Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.